The caller: "You mean you don't...you don't recognize MY voice? You don't recognize the voice of The Rock? The greatest, the most ellllllectrifying athlete, the people's champion - Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson!"

SW: "Hey, aren't you that has-been talentless WWE wrestler, who went into movies and his acting career failed too?"

The Rock (TR): "What...? No, no, no! That... that sounds like John Cena. You see, this is the Rock, baby! The people's champion -The Rock!"

RF: "Hey, I am the people's champion! I won the Wimbledon!"

TR: "What the...? Who.... in the blue hell... are YOU?"

RF: "I'm Roger Federer, I'm the Wimbledon champion. I won the title back last night!"

TR: "You think you are the people's champion? You think...oh.. you think you are better than the Rock?! Tell you what..yeah, the Rock tells you this, the Rock tells you this..Roger Federer, you can take that Wimbledon title...turn it sideways and..."

Click. Roger Federer disconnects that call.

RF: "Where was I...?"

AM: "You were pulling out every bloody word from the English language to praise yourself, that's where you were. And Roddick... for god's sake, stop crying! I can hear you over the phone here!"

AR: "Sorry..I can't help it *sniff, sniff* I was so close...*sniff, sniff*"

SW: "Hey Andy. Don't cry please. I think you played really well, and I guess sometimes in life it just comes down to..."

RN: "Hey, I'm getting another call..."

Andre Agassi (AA):"How's everyone doing there Rafa?"

RN: "Well, Federer won. So for the next one month, we will be discussing just that I guess."

TU: "What? Haha, no. That's just my gimmick. I am a real estate agent during my holidays. Would you be interested in buying some property in Miami?"

RF: "Uhhh...to be honest...No, thanks. Sorry."

TU: "Its alright. Goodbye then...and again, Rest in peace!"

AM: "I'll bloody rest in peace once the f***ing media rests in peace."

SW: "Guys, guys, guys. I think we are getting out of control. Look at the positives. The media reports what it..."

RF: "I have another call..."

Madonna (M): "I don't have much time. I heard someone crying. Was it a baby? Do you have any babies here that I can adopt?"

RN: "No, sorry. It was just Andy Roddick crying cause he lost yesterday..."

M: "Ok, no probs."

RF: "Damn it, I've got another call here too. Hello?"

Vince McMahon (VM): "You're fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired!!!!!"

RF: "I don't work for you...or anybody really. Who are you?"

VM: "Huh? Oh, must have dialled the wrong number again. You see, my eyes swell when I get angry, and I dial the wrong number. I am Vincent Kennedy McMahon, by the way; I own the WWE and I like firing people from their jobs for no reason."

PH: "I gave my dog a satellite phone so he could talk with me when I'm partying out! I bought a US$ 20 million dog-to-human speech converter over the Internet!"

RF: "There is no such thing...anywhere."

PH: "What? Then who was talking with me for so long and texting - "I love you", "Send money to this address, that address.." messages from my Poo-poo's phone?"

SW: "I can't believe this! I really can't!"

Rocky Getters (RG , the writer): "Serena, do you have Maria Sharapova's number??"

SW: "Rocky! Forget her! She thinks you're a stalker! She changes her number, then you get it from me, and start calling her... its not good. You should focus on your career at this age and then try to..."

RG: "Ok, so you don't, fine. Roddick, help me out buddy."

AR: "Sure Rocky...*sniff, sniff*... her number is... 7...6...6... 7...9...*sniff, sniff*...oh god, that sounds like the score by which I lost, god... this pain...*sniff, sniff*"

RG: "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I guess, I'll just..."

Maria Sharapova: "Hey guys, just dropping in. Please don't give my number to some guy named Rocky, ok? He's such an uffff... anyways. I've got a restraining order against him. Yay! Bye everyone!"